I sat on a ledge.
Overlooking a peaceful lake.
I sit quietly smiling.
As I watched mesmerized.
A mother bear and her two cubs.
It seemed funny to me.
Thinking to myself.
How mothers will be mothers.
Two legged or four.
As I watched the scene unfold.
A mother is teaching her young to survive.
One cub was learning the lesson.
The other was yards away playing in the water.
The lesson seemed to be on how to catch fish.
The mother was getting a little upset.
She raises her head and gives a small shout at her playful cub.
The cub was busy, engrossed in something in the water.
To pay much attention to it's mother.
Mother got up from her lesson to go to her cub.
Grabbing it behind the neck and dragging it back to its sibling.
As she sat it down beside her.
She gave another small shout.
Now she had its attention.
The lesson had begun once more.
I left that scene, but never forgot that lesson.
My name is Gloria Comingore, I live in Indiana with my husband Paul Comingore. My poems and short stories reflect our lives experiences which lead us to God. I have a published book through Publish America. I hope you enjoy my stories. firstname.lastname@example.org